Summer is looming and my body is not at all ready to go to the beach. I’d have to wear the Not a Whale sign again. Totally too warm for that. If I was a whale, everyone would want me for my blubber. My oil would light up the world. But I wouldn’t have hands so I couldn’t type this blog. Being overweight most of my life means that I have struggled for control in many things. Let’s take a look at that word, shall we?
control [ kuhn-trohl ]
verb (used with object), con·trolled, con·trol·ling.
to exercise restraint or direction over; dominate; command: The car is difficult to control at high speeds. That zone is controlled by enemy troops.
to hold in check; curb: to control a horse; to control one’s emotions.
the act or power of controlling; regulation; domination or command: Who’s in control here?
the situation of being under the regulation, domination, or command of another: The car is out of control.
check or restraint: Her anger is under control.
control for, Statistics. to account for (variables in an analysis) by limiting the data under consideration to a comparison of like things: to control for demographic factors.
1425–75; late Middle English co(u)ntrollen (v.) < Anglo-French contreroller to keep a duplicate account or roll, derivative of contrerolle (noun). See counter-, roll
As a writer of Romances, I have encountered criticism when I let my male characters be too controlling. In this day and age, every writer needs to up their sensitivity meters and use great plot points to justify the overly controlling guys. Or women, actually. Or teenagers who know how to wind a parent around their tiny fingers.
There are many reasons that someone would want to control another. Sex, greed, power, vanity, and all of the above. Basically, in my experience, one has to be willing to give that control away. According to Psychology Today, a control freak may be suffering from obsessive-compulsive behavior, anger issues, or phobias. They believe that without control of almost everything, their life would blow up into a disaster.
I remember when I was learning how to drive, I clutched the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were always white. My instructor told me several times to relax, but I couldn’t until I was more comfortable with the whole process. I think of that frequently when traffic stresses me out. Just relax.
Some areas of my life are like that, too. I am trying so hard to do the right thing but if I relaxed some, I would be less hungry all the time, have more energy for exercise, and possibly be more organized for writing and editing.
Mostly right now I want to control my immune system and stop having a quarterly cold. I discovered saline nasal spray some years ago and with regular use, I have stopped having so many colds that turned into bronchitis. Not sure what has changed but I have lost control of that issue.
Well, somewhere in the future, I will rediscover it. And I will relax and give control over to a higher power. My muse. Thanks for reading, I’ll be back on Sunday.